Disappointed.

I had a disappointing appointment at the memory clinic the other week.  The nurse did my MMSE (Mini Mental State Examination) test, which I always do well with.  I can usually remember the three items, this time it was coat, book, and apple.  I put the apple in one pocket and the book in the other and had no trouble remembering it!   I am the master of solutions…

I did get one score wrong – counting backwards in 7’s from 100..I was never very good with numbers and have to take time to work it out in my head, I am sure I have dyscalculia (problem with numbers).  I got one wrong and she said I probably just made a mistake.  Really?  ‘No’, I said, ‘I meant to say the number’.

Just because my MMSE scores are high doesn’t mean that I am not affected by my Alzheimer’s.

I can tell what has changed for me in the past year since my last appointment.  One thing is the ability to tell when something said is being said in jest or for real.  I struggle to understand throw away remarks as being just that.  I have to question, ‘did they mean that?’ There have been times when my daughter has said to me that she or someone has been joking when they said something, that it wasn’t meant to be real, and I have struggled to think it out how I couldn’t have seen it.  But truth is I don’t get these things like that any more which can be a bit embarrassing for me when I respond in all earnest.

I also find myself crying for no reason at all.  NO I AM NOT DEPRESSED, how many times do I have to say that!  I have a positive outlook on life, in fact I think my life is pretty good right now, despite having Alzheimer’s and despite the prognosis.  I have come back from a wonderful holiday….will write about that next and how I got on travelling, and have booked another holiday to Tobago in February to look forward to.  Anyway to get back to the ‘crying’ business, the nurse tried so hard to tell me how I have a lot on my plate and it is natural to get depressed about things. Grrrrrrrrrr…..I tell her I do not have reactive depression, nor do I have clinical depression, but I think she has her ears turned off.  Finally, thanks to my online friends living with dementia, I was told about PBA  (Pseudobulbar affect).  Online sites talks about ‘emotional incontinence‘, although I prefer the term emotional unzipping as explained to me by Dr. Jennifer Bute.   Anyway, I think I may have to print out some information and post it to the memory clinic so that they can learn about it!  I took it the info to my GP to tell them that I did not want to increase any antidepressants, he took the information and typed it into the computer without commenting.

I also discussed about the 6 monthly reviews with my GP which I have never had.  Apparently I am supposed to make the appointments myself.  I asked how I am supposed to remember to make an appointment every six months when my memory for appointments is pretty awful?  No real answer, but a suggestion to get the Doctors surgery to remind me- that’s not going to happen because they don’t do that either.  So, I am left without a solution for that one other than buy my diaries in advance to make sure I write a note in.

All this is more difficult when you live on your own.  I don’t have family to remind me to do things, or notice when I don’t,  or notice when I am not up to par that day.  I have to rely on myself alone.   Take it easy on the days when I am not 100% and push myself on the the other days.

I am also struggling to take my medication every day.  For goodness sake, I leave it next to the kettle so that when I make my morning coffee I can take my tablets, but do I?  Nope..I seem to be blind to the blister pack, and simply get my coffee.  A friend suggested that it would be better if they incorporated medication with coffee/tea and no one would forget to take them then!    I think, how can I not remember that I take medication every day, how stupid is that?  I am an intelligent woman and am used to putting all sorts of solutions to  put things in place, but it seems my brain simply switches off to certain things occasionally. Don’t think I haven’t tried all sorts of things because I have.  I have thought of a board on the wall to mark when I have taken it but I know I won’t keep that up.  I am now on my second phone app with a reminder to take them…which seems to be okay at present.  I tried recording my voice telling me it was ‘time to take my medication’ but randomly it started up during the middle of the afternoon!   Right now I have an app that is a simple reminder and is working.

There is a research study I would love to join but have realised that joining any research study is going to be hard for me because I have no ‘study partner’.   Single people living with dementia seem to be more disadvantaged because they have no ‘other’ to monitor or talk for them.  It is so hard for me to acknowledge that.   I did ask the Alzheimer’s Society if they could find someone/a befriended for me but I am unique in that I am so early in my diagnosis there is no one suitable for me.  I guess looking for a ‘friend’ to do things with who will get to know me and maybe travel with me to meetings etc, is a tall order and would take someone who is in a position to be flexible who would like a friend also!   Who knows maybe I shall meet someone who is need of a friend also….

As well as my recent holiday, I do have daily good things.  My allotment is coming along, slow but sure.  Once I find a way of getting some free pallets to my plot I shall continue to make some raised beds.  I had lots of veg this summer and am planning for next year already.  I do enjoy my activities with the YPWD – Young People With Dementia group.  I realise how lucky we are in Newbury, Berkshire to have them because what they provide is quite a rare thing around the country, which will hopefully with change with new groups springing up focusing on younger people with dementia.    I have enjoyed my weekly gardening with them, and the art activities we have done.  Recently we have had Harriet with us from the Corn Exchange in Newbury with us organising some activities in connection with the Library, and a morning talking about childhood books was most enjoyable.  We have drawn and painted, and created paper sculptures.   Yes this is an important group for me because I feel like I can be myself and not have to be ‘ultra okay’ all of the time especially because they are all truly lovely people.

 

 

Dementia: Headaches and stuff

19 August 2015
Went to the Doctors yesterday because I am so tired of headaches,     brainday in day out, the pain in my head just won’t go away.   Sounds like cluster headaches but I have no break in them, so possibly migraine the doctor reckons.  She suggested that I try some Amytriptaline at a very small dose at night. However, Boots the Chemist say their suppliers don’t do a lactose free version!  So, I have a conversation about whether they can get any from elsewhere and here is the rub: they use two suppliers who in turn have a range of manufacturers they use, and they don’t make them lactose free…. So I say “can you not find a manufacturer who makes them?” I add “ I can go on the internet and find out who manufactures some and give you the information”. But, what the guy is saying is that if their suppliers do not buy from these manufacturers then, no, they will not get them.

Thanks BOOTS, what a ridiculous situation to put me in!

Maybe I will have to go back to my Doctor and ask her to supply me with a separate prescription so that I can trawl the chemists in the towns trying to find a different one who uses alternative suppliers to BOOTS, in order to find a lactose free version whilst coping with a head that is being ‘drilled’ constantly.

I also talked to her about my mood being up-and-down at present, becoming annoyingly teary throughout the day. It seems the past 6 months has finally caught up with me. My marriage breaking down and leaving my husband, moving home to a new area not knowing anyone and my mother dying, along with the trauma my sister is constantly putting us all through with her constant bizarre and unforgivable behaviour with my Dad.

After a visit from a lovely lady (Alzheimers Support) giving me all sorts of information of what was available for Young people With Dementia, I joined a group for a ’stroll and supper’ at a nearby park. Not knowing the area at all, I planned my bus journey on the net, which stop to get off with a walk across the park to the meeting place. Yes, I felt anxious as I left and found I had forgotten my mobile phone, but ‘not sweating the small stuff’ decided it was not important enough to get it and risk missing the bus.  It was a good night and met some lovely people, but I was excruciatingly aware that I was the only single person there, and this upset me greatly. So, I am going to ask whether it is at all possible to find out if there are other people with dementia who want to meet up as a group singly.

So, all in all struggling a bit at the moment.

Sunday Morning…

Sunday morning. Ella my cat is hell bent on getting me up does everything she can. She learns quickly, anything that irritates me will get me up to stop her. Licking my face, touching me with her paw; claws out – but gently. That gave me a bacterial eye infection. My arms have strange scratches that I don’t remember getting but know the culprit. She never does anything maliciously, I believe that there is not a bad bone in her body. She is a delightful, loving companion, but she likes to be fed at her own times. She can gently touch my face, and oh so quietly, meows close to my ear. She starts chewing things, pushing things knowing that it will exact a response from me.
No Ella. I say to her.
She will move on to something else. What is there that she can chew on the bedside table. Oh there is the necklace hanging on the bedpost, it is made of seeds brought back for me from the Caribbean ten years ago. Nutmeg and all kinds of fragrant seeds that I love to smell when I go to sleep. She will chew it a bit then leave it, most distasteful for a cat!
Next she moves..on..to…the…emergency….cord…………… ORANGE LIGHT FLASHING, BEEP BEEP BEEP… OMG she has managed to pull the cord and called an emergency. For goodness sake Ella what have you done!
Beep, Beep, Beep…
“Hello, you have an emergency?”
“Sorry, Sorry, my cat decided to wake me up by pulling the cord”
“No emergency, you are ok?”
“Yes Yes I am fine. Sorry about my cat”
“Ok then”
“Bye”
I made Ella wait for her breakfast after securing the cord out of reach. It will not happen again 🙂